Blunt Guts

Blunt guts and a cup full of beer

Broken bones in my body heating up like a rig

You see the cigarillo burning in the night when I walk

I be the skinny motherfucker stepping out of the dark

Young Eric Swanson when I'm standing off

Outside the precent flipping tricks in all directions

With your head spinning off

I keep a track of my raps and pack a bowl with some hash

And roll blunts back to back cause I toke like that

Get fat bags when I walk in, love on arrival

Cutting my palms with my hands on the bible

Serving my sentence I gave up for lent

I done picked it back up and got back on the pen

Where my papers I'm saving the day when my cape at

I'm of the cave with the rejects

Thinking I'll relapse, Without the darkness I garnered

Barely alive outta line when i wander

Breathtaking, the writer of the pavement

The cult divider with no way to understand it

You get branded, walking on my block

With some white hot steel spelling out who rocks

It's the S O N to the O N E

The one son wanted some and got some for the free

I want rum with a blunt, between miles of sea

No bells, no whistles, and no referees see

I'm living life like I ain't got none left

I had to set my pride aside and get a brand new belt

I broke the last one swinging with the pounds in my pocket

Think I'm going down without a smoke you barely been around me

I don't wanna know your name if you ain't know my game

its sonone raising hell on the mic when i reign

I bring storms when i roll, clouds darker than most

I'll build a castle with your head on a spoke, lining the moat